In the fifty-nine years of life with his wife Qiongfang, the poet Love wrote countless unknown gentle love poems
Anchor/Yangcheng sent reporter Zheng Ziwei
Love was a sincere and affectionate man.
When I say this, perhaps my friends who don't know each other will be surprised, because his enthusiasm and sincerity for people will not be expressed in the contact with people at the beginning of their acquaintance, and it often takes time to wash them up in order to pick out the true feelings in his heart under the simple appearance.
In 1959, we first met Kinmen. At the time, I was teaching in Kinmen and he was the translator. Entrusted by the government to host visitors and journalists from other places, we have more opportunities for contact. At first, I just thought that he was a very careful person, not very talkative, wearing a boat-shaped hat, thin, and feeling a very free youth. When I came into contact with his work, I was attracted to his talent.
He not only wrote poems well, but his literary style was expressed in love letters, and it was even more wonderful, which deeply touched my heart!
"I look forward to you, as I look forward to spring!"
"You have always made me feel the weight of you in my heart... My heart is always red for you, hot for you, completely given to you. ”
"The rain is more melancholy, and when the rain is thicker, my acacia is thicker..."
"My hands are numb from not touching yours for a long time, and my lips are tasteless because they haven't touched your lips for a long time..."
At this time, he had been transferred back to Taiwan, and the emotional connection between him and me depended on this love letter that flew in with sincerity.
"There are more and more beautiful women in the world, I can't tolerate the second in my heart, and Qiongfang is my only love."
"I want you to spend your happy life in my strong arms."
"Fang, you are the most perfect in my mind, and I love you as eternal as the sun and the moon."
I read one love letter after another from Love to me, and my heart, inch by inch, was so close to him. So, two years later, on October 10, we got married.
As the wife of a poet, it is not as the average person thinks, three hundred and sixty-five days a year are all pink days. We also have to adapt to the small details of each other's lives, such as he often creates and reads in the middle of the night, and the door of the study is closed for several hours. Sometimes his inspiration came suddenly, and I talked to him, and he didn't answer.
I can slowly understand and understand these situations, try not to disturb him, avoid hindering his thinking, I think this is the most basic consideration and respect between two people.
After marriage, Love still occasionally wrote me love letters.
"Fang, you are my only relative and spiritual sustenance in this world."
"Last night I dreamed of our warm past, and I also dreamed of our beautiful future..."
Because he was so attentive to me, I regarded some of his daily confusions, such as often dropping umbrellas, dropping glasses, or smoking cigarettes to burn a big hole in the sheets, etc., I regarded him as part of the poet's lovely personality, and completely tolerated him. Of course, in life, he also tolerates some of my small problems, we respect and love each other, tolerate each other, so it is more and more luscious to get along.
Love is a man of high self-control, and what I admire most about him is that he is very planned and persistent in everything he does. Take the fact that he quit smoking, that year, after he returned to Taiwan from the United States, he said that he was determined to quit smoking, and from then on, he did not need to be reminded or assisted by others, so he quit the habit of smoking for more than thirty years.
He is very different from the general people's impression that "poets are spontaneous and uninhibited". Although he is very rigorous, his romantic nature, manifested in our more than fifty years of marriage, has been consistent, which makes me very moved.
Every year on my birthday and our wedding anniversary, he always remembers and gives a gift, whether it is a large bouquet of red roses or an affectionate poem, which I am all content to accept. After all these years, the red roses are still blooming in my heart.
Love's love poem "Because of the Wind" written to me has been composed into a timeless love song by his son Mo Fan. When her daughter was on a whim, she would hum and sing: "... I am the fire, which may be extinguished at any time, because of the wind. "For me, this poem will always be sung in the deepest recesses of my soul.
Love's last love letter to me reads: "Qiongfang, please believe me: I will always love you, you are my eternal wife. ”
If I were to be asked what I most wanted to say at this moment, I wouldn't need to think, "I'm so glad I met Love, a good man, in this life." He was generous, warm and kind, and did not argue with others all his life, but only single-mindedly left to posterity in classic and beautiful poems. ”
Source| Yangcheng Evening News, August 1, 2018 A15 edition, text: Chen Qiongfang
The picture | Visual China
Responsible editor| Fan Meiling